Before going into the hospital for the procedure, I packed my Kindle, my phone, charging cables, laptop, my journal, pens, headphones, etc…
What I used was my sleeping cap.
So relieved to be back in my own bed though recovery will be a long process. I feel like hammered goat livers. Melissa taking good care of me.
Doc said my uterus was really large, and the fibroids were bigger and more numerous than he thought. He called pathology down during surgery to have it all tested. Came out clean. But it was a good thing I did this now. Things were about to get much worse.
>>I used my Sonicare toothbrush for the first time since my surgery and it actually VIBRATED the staples in my stomach. bring on the sarcasm.
>>Oddly, I feel pain in my leftover organs; probably elbowing each other aside, “make way! We finally got the demon-yurt out of here!”
>>>I’m trying to ignore Noodle, who is 6 inches away from my face as I lay on the bed, typing. She’s wiggling, anticipation in her eyes. Likely because I had just finished a slice of pizza.
I turned to look at her. “What is it that you require of me? I have no food left. Do you want me to pick the remnants out of my teeth and give it to you?”
Noodle: Oh my god woouuuuld you?! That would be sooo awesome!
>>>I just came out of the bathroom without my cane, but by golly, I had this roll of toilet paper in my fist. Meanwhile, here are Poppet’s thoughts……
What do you mean I can’t lay on your stomach? I always lay on your stomach. You smell funny. Like the vet’s office. Did you go to the vet? Is that why you were gone so long that the puppy made poops all over my carpet?
Seriously, I know you put those little pads on the floor for her to go on and what did she do? She pooped and peed all around them. Which is fine because now I can use those poopie pads to writhe upon when I need to…oh we’re going to the bathroom. Good, I’ll keep the door open and rub across your legs, just like before. Why are you walking so slow? It never took you this long to get to the bathroom before. I could go eat kibbles and be back before you even sit down.
Oh, I see you’re not sitting down. Damn, that’s loud. You have loud peepees, mommy. And by the way, you’re wearing that pad a little too high. It goes in your underwear. Just being helpful you understand.
>>>For all of you people poking me on Facebook, please note that i am still really sore. 😜
I have a theory about why Frankenstein’s monster was in such a bad mood. if you had a bunch of stitches in your skin, you’d want to go around killing people, too. (at least i didn’t wake up with two knobs in my neck)
>>My darling wife got the flat screen TV in the bedroom and my computer hooked up to it. I have my new glasses on, & I might be in hog heaven aside from the usual pain. I might also get spoiled by this Jumbotron monitor.
The strangest thing about #surgery is that i have no memory at all of being taken to surgery, and no memory of waking up. somehow, i was just in my room and my wife was there and things proceeded. It’s so odd to have such a gap in memory, especially when you are being told you were awake and helping transfer yourself to bed and talking to nurses and laughing and such.